"So much gained," thought Aunt Grace; and then she said aloud-- "I've no faith in the man myself." This, she believed, would throw Fanny off of her guard; but she was mistaken.

The colour deepened on the young girl's cheeks, but she made no response.
"If he doesn't get Edward into trouble before he's done with him, I'm no prophet," added Aunt Grace, with a dash of vinegar in her tones.
"Why do you say that ?" asked Mrs.Markland, who felt constrained to speak.
"I've no opinion of the man, and never had from the beginning, as you are very well aware," answered the sister-in-law.
"Our estimate of character should have a sounder basis than mere opinion, or, to speak more accurately--prejudice," said Mrs.
Markland.
"I don't know what eyes were given us for, if we are not to see with them," returned Aunt Grace, dogmatically.

"But no wonder so many stumble and fall, when so few use their eyes.

There isn't that man living who does not bear, stamped upon his face, the symbols of his character.

And plainly enough are these to be seen in the countenance of Mr.Lyon." "And how do you read them, Aunt Grace ?" inquired Fanny, with a manner so passionless, that even the sharp-sighted aunt was deceived in regard to the amount of feeling that lay hidden in her heart.
"How do I read them?
I'll tell you.